-What would it be like
        to feel the warmth
      of your bare chest
   next to my
     crooked spine
just before
          the early sunrise
            
             And against the mid-morning sky
                  Whether'd be light or cloudy
                            You'd sing to me

                    Harmonize sweet lullabies
                      We'd create masterpieces;
                                                          Sympho­nies-

                                      But for now I have something
                                                                ­  I cannot deny
yes
                                                          ­I have let heavens
                                                                ­Treat me fables
                                                 Instead of serving wine

Today I walk the dim streets,
On this bitter November night
For the home I gave hope in
For all these years
                                                  Was never truly mine
So I close my eyes and set my aching body down
On the corner of Bay & Queens
I dreamt of, now I envision
The comfort of your thin sheets,
-and it is so characteristically silly of you to think
that I care about their prestige.

                                      For they remind me of what I
                                                 Treasure in the deepest
                                                     Recesses of my being
                                                                ­         Open sea
                                                             ­        Bluest skies
                                    & white sand beneath my feet.
For all you are,
All you offer
And all you invite me to see  
Is my untouchable childhood paradise
             But wrapped such a frigid night as tonight,
Treasure so precious
Is hard to conceive.
  
        You probably wonder from time to time
       Where this obsession with the water came
                      But for years I hummed,
             I screamed at the top of my lungs;
                                  And I sang

                                Follow me
      to the sea, where I first called your name
But, alas
again the next line of my own hymn, is a lie
            
             For I called and you haven't came


   But I know you know where to find Neptune's
                                                       ­              daughter
She rests her head within the  w a v e s
And lets the various tides
Take the strands of her fragile mind
  away
   away
    *away